Tomorrow (Enoch x Reader)

Chapter Two (Your P.O.V)

          "A clean shirt'll do you." He said bitterly. "Knock it off, Enoch." Emma said. "Knock knock." Millard joked. I walked outside with Olive. 

          "What was that supposed to mean?" I asked. "Oh nothing." "No, I want to know what that meant." "It was one of those Scottish sayings meaning you're not going to last long here. Listen, don't take anything he says to heart. It's only in his nature to be bitter; he can't help it." "He's got perfectly good control over what comes out of his mouth, does he not?" She struggled to defend him, stuttering half words until she gave up. "He does." "Well, if he wants to be senselessly rude, two can play that game." I said. "(Y/N) please don't do this," Olive pleaded, "He's been stuck in his ways for so long, and dealing with change and new people has never been easy for him." I ignored her. Olive was kind, and I could be as well, but there were certain lines I simply wouldn't allow people to cross. 
          Later on that day, at lunch, another girl, Bronwyn, was explaining her peculiarity to me when Enoch sat down. "You're still here?" He grumbled. "Still churlish, are we? Or is that your default mood?" He eyed me for a moment, one could almost say he appeared to be taken by surprise. "Now, you two, cut it out." Miss Peregrine warned. Olive gave me a grave look as to imply that I've started something I wouldn't be able to finish.